...happv, whose small practice in_lhe world can only . write his character. He is nature's fresh picture, newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims and defaces. His sonl it vet a white paper,unscribbled with observationi of the world, wherewith, at length, it becomes...

...happy, whose small practice in the world can only write his character. He is Nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims...the world, wherewith at length it becomes a blurred note-hook. He is purely happy becanse he knows no evil, nor hath made means by sin to be acquainted...

...nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oyle, which time and much handling dimmes and defaces. His soule is yet a white paper, unscribbled with observations...the world, wherewith at length it becomes a blurred note-booke. He is purely happy, because he knows no evile, nor hath made meancs by sinne to be acquainted...

...happy, whose small practice in the world can only write his character. He is nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oil, which time, and much handling,...evil, nor hath made means by sin to be acquainted with • So Washbourne, in his Divine Poems, 1654, 12mo. p. 26. Ere 'tis accustom'd unto sin, '//•'•...

...every body but my poor wife. What a sweet thing is a little child ! " He is nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims...wherewith, at length, it becomes a blurred note-book."* I quote another, but I could say much for myself. I could write for hours upon such a subject as this....

...happy, whose small practice in the world can only write his character. He is Nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims...hath made means by sin to be acquainted with misery. Ho arrives not at the mischief of being wise, nor endures evils to come by foreseeing them. He kisses...

...happy, whose small practice in the world can only write his character. He is Nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims...wherewith at length it becomes a blurred note-book. lie is purely happy, because he knows no evil, nor hath made meiuis by sin to be acquainted with misery....

...happy, whose small practice in the world can only write ¡аз character, tie is Nature's fresh picture newly drawn in oil, which time and much handling dims and defaces. His soul is yet a white paper unsrribbled with observations <>f the world, wherewith at length it becomes a blurred note-book. He...

...of buying paper which is not "ecabra bibulave," rough or bibulous. ED. MARSHALL, "Hii [the child's] soul is yet a white paper, unscribbled with observations...wherewith, at length, it becomes a blurred note-book."— End's Microcosmography. Upon which Bliss quotes Washbourne, Divine Poem : — "' Ere 'tie accustom'd...

...the best copy of Adam before he tasted the sinful apple. He is Nature's fresh picture, newly drawn, which time and much handling dims and defaces ; his soul is yet a white page unscribbled with the observations of the world, whereof at length it becomes a blurred note-book....